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I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please 
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Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.
Impasse by TaniaLosada
Tall man. Well dressed. Confident strut. He walked passed me. Expensive cologne filled my nose. My fingers retracted from the cold stone wall and slipped into my pockets.
Tucking away my shy smile, I walked off in the opposite direction. A nervous knot twisted in my stomach. When I turned around the corner, I pulled out his wallet and flicked through the cash.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Ermilia 
His shoes squeaked on the wet stone. Each step seemed to echo in his ears. By the time he found the end of the dark alley way he thought he might be deaf. It was at the moment he stepped out of the alley way that he took notice of the encompassing silence that flowed into the darkness. A chill ran up his spine when he stood looking out over the trees. This was a prison to him, but home to others. The people that had brought him here told him that he could go up and down the alley but couldn’t leave.
The blue sky seemed so much brighter today, but that might be because he hadn’t seen the daylight in almost a week. The pull to leave was a drug rushing through his system. That simple high sent him almost over the ledge. The bars slipped under his hands, the rain has made the metal slick to the touch. In that moment true fear ran through him, if he had fallen it would have been the end of this life. Would he be granted another? Taking a deep breath he stepped away from the banister. Pulling all his will to enter that alley, the lake of noise almost sent him back to the banister to try for another life.
The story seems to have a surreal nature. He can only ever exist in the alley but never leave it. It’s like he is a mere shadow, unable to step into the light. An intriguing piece. Thanks for contributing this week. 🙂
I thought so too..:) Thanks for putting up the images for us to write on!
I honestly don’t know if I should add a tag or not, because it’s not bad. It has some mature content but it’s more PG-13 than anything else 🙂
http://gotmeghan.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/picture-it-write-invincible/
Yikes. That’s some pretty heavy stuff. 😦 Poor girl. I hope she can get herself out of that situation. No one deserves to be mistreated like that. A confronting but raw poem, Meghan. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂
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Here’s my offering http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/picture-it-and-write-witness/ Enjoy!
Joe
Such a tragic story. It is crazy what people do for power. I liked how you had the boy haunting the castle rather than the king. It was refreshing. Thanks for contributing this week, Joe. 🙂
Here is my double-prompt 😉 http://starvingactivist.com/blog/2013/10/06/picture-it-write-6-october-meets-bastets-writing-prompts-power-shorts-5-how-to-stay-alive/
I like the subtle reference to the radioactive sector, suggesting that the war had used nuclear weapons of some kind. Even if they found food to eat, it wouldn’t do them well. Thanks for contributing this week! 🙂
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The Strange Man led her out into the corridor with the guard following behind. A few times she lagged under the heavy weight of the shackles, and the sharp point of the guard’s spear stabbed at her bottom, goading her to keep pace. There were no other doors, just a long writhing hallway of darkness that eventually came to a spiral stair leading upward. It was as if someone had fashioned an elaborate dungeon just for the two prisoners.
Props to anyone who’s already read that. ♥
Haha, I think there might be a puddle of that cologne on the floor it’s so strong in my nose! …I sniffed the bills with a wretched shudder accompanied by the cold slap of leather on stone. Sure, the money reeked of Axe, but it would only make my tuition smell the sweeter.
Obviously, you just put me in a place, so hopefully that serves as a compliment.
Haha, Axe. Not too long ago I wouldn’t have known what you meant by Axe. It’s called Lynx in Australia for some reason (rebranding logic?). I do like some good smelling cologne (or Axe). Good smelling men is a weakness of mine. I’m glad it sparked memories of past stories you’ve written.
Hi,
After reading a very nice poem at soumya’s blog on this idea, I am here with my own with English translation.
Hey Rafiullah. I loved this line in your poem ‘I continue to inhale in the hope’. It was beautiful to see (even though I didn’t understand) the poem in your language. It makes it even more exquisite. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂 I hope to see you next week!
Thank you for encouraging !
Ermisenda, Glad to see you relish even one line of the poem 🙂 but your expressions about the language are more interesting. Thanks a lot.
I will try to be there!
– Rafiullah Mian
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Here’s mine, short and sweet this week: http://kimizzyscorner.blogspot.com/2013/10/picture-it-write-dark-alley.html
I hope they can find their brother. 😦 What a terrifying experience that would be. Short and sweet but there’s a whole lot of story packed into a few sentences. Thanks for contributing this week, Kim. 🙂
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Surprise and well done. Pls find my contribution here:
http://call2read.com/2013/10/10/picture-it-write-soul/
Beautiful. The power of knowing that someone has cared for you. That they loved you. A great short tale that was particularly powerful. Thanks for contributing this week! 🙂